Vark does not seek glory or gold. He seeks only survival and revenge. His sword drinks blood and leaves nothing but silence in its wake. He moves through battlefields and alleys like a shadow, driven by the hatred that never left him. A hatred born of a childhood of violence, loss, and death. Every scar he bears has sharpened the rage that shaped him into what he is.
Reluctantly, Vark forges an alliance with people he neither trusts nor respects. Their paths are bound by hatred and vengeance, not friendship. At his side joins Sonja, a slave fighting for her freedom. She seeks revenge on those who took everything from her and searches for the one she lost. Zeke is a survivor who hides behind drink and laughter rather than face reality.
Bound by the same darkness, they travel together through a realm rotting with intrigue, betrayal, and greed for power. Upon the throne sits a king whose hunger for power is insatiable, and whose cruelty poisons the land. When Vark causes trouble, the king sends his assassins after him, but Svarten is ready and it always thirsts for more blood.
This is grimdark fantasy.
This is a tale of flesh and blood.
This is Vark, Book One.